They are hugely, sometimes comically, overqualified. Do I want a pastry chef, a swimming instructor or a primary schoolteacher?
Used to be we’d only have to give our Au Pairs a safety lecture about drunk guys at bars who assume things when they hear the words “Au Pair”.
We live in an unfashionable part of south-east London and are offering a shared bathroom and pocket money for which the local youths would not get out of bed.
Two thousand applications later and I’m praying that we’ve hit upon the right person.